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A chill ran through her heart as she realized that during their passionate kiss, her clothes had come undone. Something was happening beyond their control.
Xiao Yu released her hands, and she quickly inhaled sharply, pushing his head away. "Your Highness! No! Please, not this!" She was completely unprepared to become his. Moreover, she was still entangled with the Crown Princess, hoping to escape this place of chaos forever. The thought of that entanglement made her heart ache.
There was no time to dwell on it; Xiao Yu's deep, ocean-like gaze was fixed on her, and his elegantly curved lips had turned a shade darker. His breath grew heavy, and the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
Song Feiwan felt shaken, completely at a loss. He was so skilled, and as her rightful husband, if he truly wanted her, there would be no way for her to refuse. What should she do? In a panic, she bit her lip.
Xiao Yu seemed taken aback by her reaction; he blinked, suppressing the waves of desire within him, and his eyes regained a hint of clarity. Frowning in frustration, he rose from the bed and averted his gaze. Was this his way of letting her go?
Song Feiwan quickly turned away to fix her clothes. "My Lord," she said softly and nervously, "it's really late. You should rest now; we can talk about everything tomorrow." She feared that if he stayed any longer, things would spiral out of control.
Xiao Yu's thin lips parted slightly. "We'll talk in the morning."
Before Song Feiwan could breathe a sigh of relief, he added, "Tonight, I will rest here with you."
She stared at him in shock.
Xiao Yu clicked his tongue. "You look so frail right now. If I wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't have stopped just now."
The sight of her nearly spitting blood earlier had been too shocking; he found himself unable to leave.
Only by staying close to her would he feel a bit more at ease.
Hearing him say this, Song Feiwan relented, "Oh. Should I have the maid prepare the bed?"
"No need for that."
Xiao Yu called for the servants himself to make the bed, bring dinner, and prepare hot water.
It was only then that Song Feiwan realized he hadn’t eaten yet, and she felt a pang of guilt.
While he bathed behind the screen, she lay on her side in bed, facing inward, her fingers unconsciously brushing against her lips.
It seemed as if the sensation of his soft lips still lingered there.
Warm, soft, and quite kissable.
His nose was so high; whenever he kissed her, it would always brush against her.
Oh dear, stop it! What am I thinking?
Song Feiwan raised her hand and lightly slapped her own face twice.
When she heard footsteps approaching from behind, she quickly pulled up the blanket, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
Her heart raced as she sensed him observing her.
Fortunately, he didn’t do anything; he simply turned off the light and lay down beside her.
With another person suddenly beside her, she felt quite awkward and struggled to fall asleep for a long time.
Once his breathing steadied, she turned over and quietly observed him in the moonlight streaming through the window.
His nose was indeed very high, and that little black mole on his side profile was quite beautiful.
Compelled by some impulse, she reached out to touch it.
But he suddenly grabbed her fingertip, his phoenix eyes snapping open.
Caught in the act of mischief, Song Feiwan felt incredibly nervous; she didn’t dare to breathe.
Once the man recognized her, he awkwardly said, "Why are you on my bed again?"
"Huh?"
His self-proclaimed title made Song Feiwan realize something was off.
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